View out my building toward the loop - it’s gone!

View out my building toward the loop - it’s gone!

State and Randolph in 1956.

State and Randolph in 1956.

Listen up, Chicago.

Here’s a bit about the crosstown rivalry.

On my OkCupid account, in plain writing, it says NOT to message me if you’re a Cubs fan. It won’t work. We’ll fight. It’ll be miserable. Don’t even fucking waste your time.

So, this fucking fool messages me talking about the cubs, so I get into a friendly argument saying typical Sox fan things like “The cubs can’t play, real baseball only happens on the south side” etc, etc. He legit freaked out after claiming …

“By the way, I AM a Cubs fan but seeing as how I don’t care about the rivalry, I don’t think that’s a big deal. Plus the first game I ever went to was a Sox game. So think about that for a sec. “

I called him a typical cubs fan, and he lost his shit. Here’s what I have to say to that.

1. If you knew anything about the rivalry, or baseball in Chicago in general, it’s that things like this get said every day. As a Cubs fan, you should be used to being called the shittiest team in the MLB and as Sox fans, we get used to being called ghetto trash. It’s an understanding that’s existed for decades.

2. IT CLEARLY SAYS IN MY PROFILE NOT TO BOTHER ME IF YOU’RE A CUBS FAN. I have my friends to talk trash to, I’m not about to deal with that with a potential boyfriend.

You illiterate dumb fucks of the north. I love some of you, but fuck, get it together.

Busy bunny.

I did so much this weekend that I actually feel like blogging about it. : )

Friday night:
After work I drove to the city because I knew I had packages of clothes/shoes waiting for me : D Kc was having a BBQ/Bonfire/something in his backyard, so after a nice nap and some ROseanne, I drove back to the burbs to pick Jonny up and head over. We ended up not being able to go, so we decided to go back to the city instead, where my sister and her super drunk friends were. When we turned the corner to go to my apartment, my sister’s friend was walking down the hall with a blanket and pillow while the rest of them were in the doorway shouting at something. I had to help them deal with some high school-esque drama, clean up some of their shit, got some beers, met Mike Bino and then sat on my patio until we decided to go to Wicker park. Around 2ish, I think, we decided to leave. First we went to Estelle’s, but the line was ridiculous, so we headed over to Flat Iron instead. Mike was too drunk to get in, so he went over to Jimmy John’s while we went in for a drink before they closed. Mike ended up going home on the train, and Jonny and I headed back to my place. He made burnt mac&cheese and a huge mess. Then we went to sleep.

Saturday night:
I woke up around 11:30, which is weird because I didn’t go to bed until around 6 or 7am. NO one was in the apartment. Not my sister or her drunk friends, not Jonny, just me. And the door was open. Turns out Jonny decided to walk to Jimmy John’s to get food. When he got back, I went and got food, and we relaxed for a little, and then took a nap. I woke up around 5pm, when we decided we should get dinner. I cleaned up a little and then we walked to PJ Clarke’s at Columbus and Illinois, just twoish blocks north of the river. Had delicious dinner and desert, and on our walk back we stopped at the WGN building and looked at the old stones from all around the world. Then we saw ducks, sleeping (picture to come). Then we walked to Macy’s at State and Madison, but it was closed, so we headed over to Millenium Park and had a drink at the Park Grill. Which was awesome, because we sat outside, under the bean. Then after a drink, we went to the Pavillion because it was lit up all pretty colors (picture to come), then the bean, and then the water faces (picture to come.) All in all, we did a whoooole lot. We headed back to my apartment, watched some TV, watched the Navy Pier fireworks show (which you can more or less see from my place!) (no pictures “/), and then headed back to the burbs so I could see my dog and so he could sleep in his own bed and not the floor or the couch or a futon.

Sunday:
Woke up around 1 and got some Chipotle with Peter. Then we decided since it was so nice outside, we should have a day drinking sesh in my backyard. Mike Bino came over and then Magic ran away. What a stupid dog. We spent what felt like hours looking for her and I finally found her in one of my neighbor’s backyards. Around 8 I went in to shower and they left. I met Jonny, Tony, Johnny B. and two of Tony’s friends at the lot so we could catch the end of the LaGrange carnival, but we missed it “/ We ended up going back to my house to drink beer and play pool and watch To Catch a Predator. Joey and his two friends ended up coming over. It was a good evening.

Now I’m at work, and I’m exhausted.

The Pavilion at Millenium park! Blue Cross Blue Shield building to the left of it.

The Pavilion at Millenium park! Blue Cross Blue Shield building to the left of it.

Two ducks asleep on a fountain near Michigan and the river. I’m pretty sure they’re in love.

Two ducks asleep on a fountain near Michigan and the river. I’m pretty sure they’re in love.

I have no idea when I took this. Saturday night in Wicker, I think.

I have no idea when I took this. Saturday night in Wicker, I think.

Faces at Millenium Park.

Faces at Millenium Park.

If I were a person that fell in love with places and objects, I’d choose to marry Chicago.
If I don’t get married in the top of 35 E. Wacker, in the dome, Imma be PISSED.
Inside.

Inside.

Inside.

Inside.

The dome at night. That WILL be mine. For one night, at least.

The dome at night. That WILL be mine. For one night, at least.

Probably one of the most beautiful buildings in Chicago.

Probably one of the most beautiful buildings in Chicago.

75 E. Wacker will do too. Plus it’s a little higher.

75 E. Wacker will do too. Plus it’s a little higher.